Authors: T. K. Holt
“Courtney, I think if you just tell Fabian the truth, he will understand,” Amber attempted to persuade her.
Shaking her head, she said, “I don’t know if I can. If I do I can’t tell him exactly who did it to me. He would drive over to my aunt’s house; he and Orlando would jump out like a two man swat team and beat the shit out of that old man. My aunt would not be able to recognize her own husband when they got done with him, if they didn’t kill him. Have you noticed how big Orlando is? And Fabian has a temper. I have not forgiven Steven for what he has put me through, but I wouldn’t wish death on anyone.”
Amber shook her head in disagreement. “That fucker needs to have his nasty ass kicked one good time.”
After she and Amber parted ways, she gave it some thought on the drive home. She would do just about anything for the man in her life. She loved Fabian with all her heart, and if the question of him wanting her to continue with these new sex fetishes came up, she was going to have to tell him about her uncle, eventually, or tell him no. If she told him no, she might lose the man she dreamed of spending the rest of her life with. Sex was not everything to them, but she wanted to always make him happy in every way possible.
Chapter Six
Closing the front door quietly, he wanted to sneak up on Courtney. He had to figure out what part of the two level, two bedroom house she was in. Listening for any sounds, he heard the cabinets opening and closing in the kitchen. A sly grin crept up on his face. Weighing a solid one hundred and eighty five pounds, he stepped as lightly as possible, making his way through the family room, past the dining room, and across the spacious kitchen. Sneaking up behind Courtney while she searched for her favorite drinking glass in the overhead cabinet, he pressed his body against her back and firm ass and whispered in her ear. “It’s got to be a crime for you to look this good. Mmmm…”
She jumped and squealed, “Eek! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
Pressing her against the counter so she could not move, he slowly started to slide the silk robe she was wearing from her shoulders. “No, not at all, but I do have something so much better to give you.” His instant hard on pressed into the base of her back when he discovered she was completely naked under her robe. “Put your hands on the cabinets, spread your legs and assume the position.” He groaned in her ear as her ass lifted against his groin while complying with his orders. Pretending to call the dispatcher he spoke in a radio distorted voice. “I’m on the scene of a B&E, and I caught the suspect red handed. I must say she is sexy as hell. I think I’m going to fuck her before I bring her in for questioning. Stand by.” His lips brushed the side of her neck. She sighed and shivered against his touch.
Moving his hands up the back of her outreached arms, he gripped both of her wrists in his hands and proceeded to pull them behind her back. Clasping her tiny wrists together in one hand, he pulled his handcuffs from his belt with his free hand and waited for the locking sound after he
slapped one of the cuffs on. “What are you doing?” Courtney tried to resist the hold he had on her.
“Role playing. Remember?” He was oblivious to the fact that she was not comfortable in her current situation. As she fought him back with all of her might, he thought she was playing along with him. “And now I’m going to have to add resisting arrest.”
“Baby, please.” His sexual urge ceased when he heard the sincerity in her voice.
Is she crying?
Releasing her wrists, he gripped her shoulders and turned her to face him.
“Court, baby what’s wrong? Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry.” He pulled her against his chest and wrapped his arms around her.
“You didn’t hurt me. It’s just…” Courtney sobbed against his chest.
“Talk to me, Baby. What’s going on?” He wondered if all the new play was too much for her. For goodness sake, she was a good girl. She was not used to the kinky shit he was pushing on her. He never even thought to ease it on her, he just went for it.
Just then, she pulled back and looked up at him. “I don’t know how to tell you this. Not too many people know, but I think it’s time I tell you. But first, you have to promise not to freak out. It was a long time ago and even though I’m not completely over it there is nothing you can do to change what happened in the past.”
His face heated, his heart pounded. The look of hurt and pain in her eyes set him off from the jump. She knew him well enough to know that if he ever found out someone hurt her in any way he was not going to take it well. Gritting his teeth, he looked into her damp eyes as she
pleaded with him to just listen and be her rock when she needed him. “Say you promise or I won’t tell you.” She was always so damn demanding when she wanted something.
“Fine. I promise.” Leaning back against the counter, she rested her elbows on the surface and lowered her eyes. When she began to speak he felt every ounce of pain she was experiencing at that very moment, and even the fear and pain she felt eighteen years ago when it happened.
With every detail Courtney gave him of her uncle molesting her, he tried to keep his cool. It was not working. His hands balled into fists at his side but his face remained straight as he listened intently. A single tear ran down her cheek when she looked up at him once again. “That’s why I get nervous when you bind me. It just reminds me of those terrible times.” Wiping away the tears from her eyes, she put on a smile. “I love you and want to do this for you, with you, but it’s going to take some time. We just need to take it slow.” She reached out her arms, placed her hands on his waist and pulled him against her. “I want this. I want you.”
His strong little woman was fighting a battle he had known nothing about, until now. She was being even stronger for him. It was not that big of a deal for him to change things up; her eyes as well as her body said she wanted it just as much as he did. The front of her robe revealed the hard pebbles resting at the peaks of her breasts. Her delicate fingers brushed over his Kevlar vest, finding the zipper and pulling it down. She pushed the vest back off his shoulders. It slid off his arms and hit the floor with a thud. “Baby, we don’t have…”
Courtney placed her index finger over his lips. “Shhh… I want to.”
Every stitch of his clothing came off piece by piece at the hands of his woman. When she got to his gun belt, she was careful not to let it hit the floor. Laying it gently up on the counter next to her, she unfastened the button and unzipped the zipper of his cargo shorts. Sinking to her
knees, her eyes never leaving his, she pushed his shorts and boxers down to his knees. His cock jutted out at her, barely missing slapping her in the face. “I want to, too,” He groaned the words and looked down at her.
She smiled as she bit down on her bottom lip. He watched her lick her lips, preparing to take him in her mouth. “I can tell.” She responded and moaned, just before she parted her lips and took his steely rod into her mouth very slowly. Her tongue swiped the underside of his shaft as it tunneled between her tight jaws.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed forward, taking in the length and width as far as it could go. The crown of his member hit the back of her throat; pulling back, she grazed the sensitive bulb against the roof of her mouth.
“Shit!” Fabian hissed and laced his fingers through the strands of Courtney’s hair. His grip around her locks tightened as she cupped his sac in the palm of her hand and began to massage them gently. She released his cock from the suction of her lips with a pop.
“Tell me what to do.” The sensual tone in her voice said she wanted to please him however he wanted her to.
“Suck me like you love me.” Smiling, she went back to devouring his extending member.
His knees began to get weak. Locking the back of his knees, he did not want to stop her. The shit was feeling too damn good and Courtney was definitely sucking him like she loved him. She moaned around his shaft as she dipped forward, hollowing out her jaws. He could feel her muscles relax when his cock slipped deep into the back of her throat. When she swallowed, his knees buckled under him. “Damnit Court!” Her tongue peeked out, licking and teasing up, down and around his shaft. When her teeth grazed the sensitive head of his dick, he almost lost it.
Taking two steps back, he pulled his dick free from her lips and bent down to bring her to her feet. He wanted to taste her sweet lips. Kissing her with the passion she filled him with, he dipped his tongue into her hot mouth. Tasting a hint of his saltiness on her tongue, his hands made their way into her hair as he made a fist and gave it a gentle tug. After a final taste, he spun her around and faced her towards the counter. She instinctively lifted her arms up, placing her hands against the cabinets, this time without being told to. “That’s right! Assume the fucking position,” he groaned into her ear. This time he dictated the next move to give her a chance to agree or disagree. “I’m going to pull your hands behind your back and fuck the shit out of you.” He paused before grabbing her wrist to receive her reaction. There was none. Doing just as he stated, he pulled her arms behind her back and slipped his cock into her soaking wet folds without the use of either hand.
Courtney arched her back and pushed her ass out towards him. Her moans dripped with pleasure and pure ecstasy. With his pants resting around his ankles, his knees bent, he lowered his mid section with hers, pushing in to the base and pulling out to the very tip of his dick. He restrained her arms behind her back, controlling the flow of his movement. She had no way to resist or push back; all she could do was stand there and take it. “Please, please fuck me!” Her cries for more bounced off the cherry wood cabinets and teal walls.
Take it slow. Take it easy. Don’t do her more damage than she has already experienced.
He had to remind himself to be gentle, and not to do anything that might trigger her to reject him or have another emotional outburst.
Fast or slow, he enjoyed making love to her, and her acceptance of his new urges just made him want her more. The grip from his boots helped him deliver steady thrusts to her swallowing pussy. “I feel you coming.” She dropped her head and whimpered. She was so close
to the edge, if he pinched her nipple she would probably flood the kitchen floor. “Hold on baby. Not yet.”
Her head lifted and turned to the side. She looked over her shoulder at him like he was crazy. “What? Not yet?”
Before he could resist, he slapped her on her bare ass. “I said, not yet.” He growled at her as he continued to pump into her in a hurried pace.
“Ok, ok!” She screamed in agreement.
He felt her pussy tighten as she clenched her thighs together. She was trying to hold back her orgasm. The feeling of her grasping walls was drawing him that much closer to his explosion. That’s what he wanted. He wanted to share this intense moment with her. “I’m almost there, baby. I want to come with you.” Releasing her arms, he gripped her around the waist and pulled her back onto his cock forcefully.
She placed her hands on the edge of the granite counter, bracing herself for impact. “Please, please come with me! I-I can’t hold it much longer. You feel so good.”
Leaning forward, Fabian lowered his head and let his hair fall down. The moment the ends of his hair brushed against her back, she screamed out. Shaking and shuddering, he felt her essence drip down the front of his thighs as she came with full force. “That’s it, baby. Come for me!” Several hard thrusts later, he met her on the island of paradise.
Chapter Seven
Amber and Maria called to tell her to be ready to go out in an hour. They had convinced her to go along on this little adventure to see what she was missing out on. Maria promised Courtney that she did not have to get involved with anything; all she had to do was go to the club and observe. Maria did extend the offer to participate if she really wanted to get the full experience. Keeping that thought in the far back of her mind, she was not sure she was willing to allow another man to touch her, especially in a way that she was only just permitting her own lover.
“That’s what you are wearing?” Maria stepped foot into her house without as much as a polite greeting, looking her up and down and obviously disapproving of her choice of outfit for the night.
“Maria, I’m just going to check out the place, not to pick up a man. I already have one of those. Remember?”
Amber picked at her suit jacket and eyed her black pencil skirt. “Girl! You look like you are about to go to work.” Amber was also disapproving.
“I don’t really go out to clubs so this is the best I could do. Do you two want me to go or not, because I can gladly stay at home?” Proving she was still a bit leery of this BDSM club they were taking her to.
“Yes. You are going. But we have to find something else for you to wear, Chica. This just won’t do.” Shaking her head, Maria took the liberty to invite herself up the stairs and headed for the master bedroom.
Looking at Amber, Courtney held up her hand and gestured at her bold friend making her way through her home. “She’s just walking through my house. How does she know that my man is not up there butt ass naked in my bed?”
Amber burst out laughing. “Do you really think she cares?” Nodding her head, Courtney had to agree. She should have known better.
“Bring your ass up here. Show me where all your normal clothes are.” Courtney heard Maria yell in a sarcastic tone from upstairs in her thick Latino accent.
Brushing her hands over her current outfit, she frowned. “This wouldn’t be considered normal clothes?”
Amber pushed her towards the stairs. She heard Amber mumble. “You know we aren’t going anywhere until she is satisfied, so let’s get you changed so that we can get out of here.” Courtney had no idea what Maria was going to put together for her to wear from her closet, but she did not think it was going to be anything like what they were wearing.
Maria was dressed in black leggings, stilettos and a pink low-cut halter top that barely covered her large breasts. Amber was wearing a black leather corset that clasped in the front and laced up in the back with a red micro mini skirt. She wore black fishnet thigh highs held up by garter belts. The outfit was completed with strappy red pumps. Nothing in her closet compared to that, not that she was interested in being dressed that risqué to begin with. She and Amber entered her bedroom to find Maria rifling through her closet and dresser drawers in search of something that would help her fit in.
Just when Maria thought that all hope was lost, she spotted the Fredericks of Hollywood bag sitting on the floor next to the closet. “Not as stuffy as I thought. What’s in the bag, Mami?”
Her eyes got as big as saucers. “Oh no! Nothing that comes out of that bag leaves this house. Especially not on my body.” Reaching for the bag before Maria could get her hands on it, she was two seconds too late.
Maria sighed heavily and began digging through her belongings. “Ah ha! I found something. Here put this on and a pair of your tightest jeans.”
Catching the brand new purple corset that just missed her face, she shook her head. “No way am I wearing this out in public. Are you crazy? This is for Fabian’s eyes only. Not to be paraded around in the streets.”
Amber rolled her eyes. “Look I’m wearing one, we can be twins! Just put the damn thing on. You can show it off to your boo when we get back. Along with some new things you might learn tonight.” Maria just stood there with her hands on her hips, waiting for her to stop whining and to get dressed. Turning on her heels, Maria walked into her closet and found a pair of shoes that would set off the outfit as much as possible. Finally giving in, she figured she was in a losing situation. It was two to one odds and they were both against her on this one. Pulling out a pair of blue denim jeans from her dresser drawer, Courtney headed into the bathroom to quickly get changed. If they wasted any more time she might change her mind all together and decide not to go.
Once in the bathroom, she changed as fast as possible, doubting the change of clothing the whole time, until she stepped out and saw the amused expression on her girlfriends’ faces. “Chica, you look so hot! WOW! I can’t believe it, you look really good.” Maria praised her the entire way to the car. She probably thought it would be the only way to get her to leave the house dressed like that.
They all got into Maria’s four-door Lexus Coupe and headed for the club. With the music blasting, Maria and Amber danced in their seats. In the back seat, Courtney just sat and observed her friends getting into party mode. She did not know what to expect when getting to the club, but the moment she felt uncomfortable she was going to demand that they take her home. Fabian was still at work when she left, and all she told him was that she was going out with her friends. Not once did she mention where they were going.
Making their way through downtown Chicago, she did everything she could to calm her nerves. She was taking deep breaths and concentrating on not sweating too much. Even with the windows down, she was still hot. “We’re here. Now, I just need to find a parking space.” They drove about a block away before they came across a spot. Maria whipped the car in the parking space and checked her makeup in the mirror before getting out of the car. Courtney was still sitting there, trying to gather her thoughts.
Amber opened her door and dragged her out of the car. “No time for cold feet. We are here now. Just think of it as a night club with a bit of added sexual fun.” She said it like that was going to make her feel better. It didn’t.
“You two better not leave my side for a minute. And if something happens to me in here, I’m blaming it all on you. I’m telling Fabian it was all your fault, and you two let it happen.” Courtney shook her head and pointed her finger back and forth at Amber and Maria.
Maria laughed and gave her a
so what
sort of look. “Nothing is going to happen to you. I promise to stay by your side every step of the way, unless you tell me otherwise. I really don’t know what you think you are about to walk into but trust me, it’s not as bad as you may think. If it was, we wouldn’t be bringing you here. Besides, we don’t want you to tell the coppers on us.” Amber agreed with a simple nod of the head and a laugh.
They approached the front entrance of the club. Maria greeted the security guard at the door with a hug and kiss on the cheek. “Hola, Papi!”
Amber followed behind her and did the same. “Hi, Jesse! Good to see you again.” Surprised by the warm welcomes being exchanged, it was obvious that her friends came here more often than she was aware.
Jesse looked at her with an interested look in his eyes. “Who’s your friend? I’ve never seen her before.” Courtney ducked behind Maria.
Maria stepped to the side and introduced her to the security guard. “This is our friend Courtney. Courtney, this is Jesse.”
Jesse extended his hand to her. “Very nice to meet you, Courtney. Welcome to Club Surrender!” Shaking the man’s hand, she did her best not to make too much eye contact; she did not want to give off the wrong signals. He raised her hand to his lips and gave it a gentle kiss on her knuckles.
“Easy there, Jesse. This one is taken.” Amber pulled Courtney’s arm back and raised hers up to him in its place. “But I’m still available if you just feel like being friendly.”
After all these years, Amber still had not changed. No matter how many times she struck out, she was never afraid to step up to the plate. “Put that thing away. Jesse doesn’t want you.” Maria pushed Amber’s hand away before Jesse had the chance to reject her offer, again. “We have an appointment with Master Vic. We are showing our girl over here the ropes and who
better to give her a nice introduction than him?” Maria said it with a heavy dose of sultriness. The feeling that this was going to be more than a show-and-tell visit sent a chill up Courtney’s spine.
“Oh, no problem. He actually just arrived right before you got here. He said if anyone came looking for him they could find him by the bar.” Jesse gave her a sly grin just as they thanked him and made their way into the club. The hostess, Bell, greeted them with yet another warm welcome and she addressed Courtney’s friends like they were royalty. Not that they did not get this kind of attention anywhere they went but it was obvious that they were well known in this place. Courtney could only imagine all the stories they could tell her. But after tonight, she might have a story of her own to tell.
As they walked through the club, Courtney looked around and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. They had bars lined along the wall, VIP sections, and loud music. What was supposed to be so special about this place? Walking up to the bar, she spotted a man who had a back as wide as a Hummer H2. The man was enormous. His bald head gave the dim light something to reflect off of. She was hoping that he was not the man they were there to meet. What in the hell was he supposed to show her? How to bench press a minivan?
“There he is.” Her hopes were shot down just that quick when she heard Maria shout over the music and point at the very man she was hoping not to meet. “Wait here.” Maria left them standing only a few short feet away but far enough where Courtney and Amber could not hear her and Vic’s conversation over the music. Maria walked up behind him with her wide hips swaying in the wind. She stopped beside him and lowered her head and eyes to the floor, appearing to be bowing to him. They exchanged a few words and then started to walk in her and Amber’s direction. She had to give him a second look when she saw his face. He looked just like
the actor Vin Diesel for a moment. Her heart fluttered at the very thought. She loved that man. Dressed in a fitted white t-shirt and dark blue jeans that hugged his tree trunk thighs, his muscles bulged without any effort at all. He headed straight for her, stomping in his boots, completely disregarding Amber who was smiling like a Cheshire cat as he approached.
“Hello, Courtney! I’m Victor. I hear you are inquiring about becoming a submissive. Is this true?” His voice was even deep like Vin’s, it had a rumble to it like a Mack truck. If she were single and willing to live out a fantasy, she would submit to him right then and there.
“Inquiring. Yes,” Courtney admitted.
He looked her over once and then turned his attention to Amber. “Good to see you again, Amber. You have been ducking me, but we will discuss that later.” His statement was short and stern, more like a warning than a greeting. To Courtney’s surprise, Amber had no snappy response to spit back at him. She said nothing, nothing at all. “How new are you to this lifestyle, Courtney?” She now had his full attention again and she was kind of intimidated by him. “Very new.”
“Hmmm… I would have thought otherwise, but ok.” Victor smirked at Courtney.
She frowned at his response. “Why do you say that?”
Victor smirked at her as he glanced between Maria, Amber and then back to her. “You have tell-tale signs of a natural sub that you are not even aware of.”
Now even more confused, but also curious, she wanted to know what he was referring to. “How so?”
“Look at me.” Vic’s deep voice boomed over the music. Her eyes slowly lifted up from the floor, up his body, and eventually she was craning her neck to look up at his face, not even realizing she was doing the same thing Maria had done a few minutes ago when she had approached him at the bar. “You have just presented yourself to a Dom in a submissive manner and didn’t even know you were doing it.” Vic arched a brow at her again and nodded. “If you choose this lifestyle, it will come easy to you.” Courtney shook her head as the trust issues popped into her head instantly. “I see you have your doubts, but no matter what they are, if you are truly willing to submit to some very lucky and well deserving Dom, then you will have no problems doing it. Whatever obstacles you think will stand in your way will subside and you will put your trust in that person.”
Before she could fix her mouth to object to everything he was saying, she thought back to her recent reactions to Fabian and how willing she was to do whatever he wanted after she let down her guard. Victor was absolutely right. It was in her, but she had to learn to get her mind to agree with her heart. That was the battle she had to face before she could really make up her mind.
“Give it some thought and you will see that I’m right. For the time being, let me give you a taste of the world of BDSM and how we do things here at Surrender.” Vic took her by the arm and led her straight for the Dungeon. When she saw the sign, she felt her body tense up for a second. Victor must have felt it too. He turned and looked down at her. “First thing you must know is that in this life everything, and I do mean everything, is consensual. You aren’t played with by anyone you have not given your permission to do so. Got it?” Looking back to her friends who were trailing behind her every step of the way, they gave a gentle smile and nod as if to say
I told you so.
She looked back at Vic, who was waiting for her to confirm that she understood. He must have been one of the best, because in just that short time, she already felt safe with him and she did not even know him.